Chapter 807 Why Lower Yourself?

He was slightly distracted, and before he could even take a breath, the shadow of the little bald donkey in white robe disappeared in front of his eyes, but Li Changyuan was shocked. How much skill does it take for him to be slightly distracted? You can't even touch the figure. Why did you skim the formation? Wasn't it just to stare at the little monk in white robe? This discovery made Li Changyuan almost break out in a sweat. He thought that the young monk really went for a sneak attack as Lu Fengxian said, so he subconsciously shouted: "Brother Lu, be careful, the thief monk is missing..."

But he said that Lu Fengxian was fighting a fierce battle with Fang Xing. This battle was the only one he had ever seen in his life. He was extremely refreshing, but there was always a shadow in his heart. He always felt a chill on the back of his head. He kept thinking of that hateful little monk and his last loss. , it really left him with some psychological shadow. He was already very worried, but when he was about to take action, he suddenly heard Li Changyuan yelling, which only shocked him. He subconsciously unfolded the Taishang Xiaoyao Sutra, and his body shape He retreated a hundred feet and waved his halberd, drawing lines of shattered void...

Only then did he calm down and look around coldly.

His unusual reaction also startled the monks who were watching the battle intently. They thought Fang Xing had used some powerful technique to force Lu Fengxian back, but Fang Xing looked helpless. , but it doesn’t look like...

"I said, even if you can't beat me, you don't have to make this excuse, right?"

Fang Xing squatted in the air, swinging the dragon-patterned sword in his hand in boredom, looking quite speechless.

Lu Fengxian shouted: "That's nonsense, it's clearly that white-robed thief monk..."

"Um...what's up with the white-robed thief monk?"

Before Lu Fengxian finished speaking, a very innocent voice rang out.

The cultivators looked around and saw that next to Chu Ci and the armored donkey, the white-robed young monk looked at a loss. He seemed a bit thin-skinned. When he saw the cultivators looking towards him, his face turned red. , asked with innocent eyes blinking.

"what happened?"

Lu Fengxian frowned and looked at Li Changyuan.

Li Changyuan also looked ugly. He only noticed that the young monk suddenly disappeared. He thought he really went to attack Lu Fengxian. Who would have thought that he just went to another area to look for the donkey and its rider? The little girl was gone. Her face was a little confused for a moment, and she shouted coldly at Shenxiu: "You... if you don't stay here well, what are you going to do over there?"

Shenxiu said innocently: "Come and say hello to my nephew and future sister-in-law..."

"you……"

Li Changyuan was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He paused for a moment and then said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoists are all watching the battle seriously. Why are you running around? This battle is the battle between two peerless warriors. Zhan, you'd better not get involved..."

But even though he realized that this was his misunderstanding, he still couldn't help but remind him verbally.

After hearing these words, Shenxiu couldn't help but smile bitterly, recited a Buddhist name in a low voice, and said sincerely: "Amitabha, this donor, a disciple of Buddhism, is compassionate. On weekdays, others scold and hit me, little monk. I only dare to treat each other kindly, and I don’t dare to get angry, for fear of violating the three poisons of Buddhism. How can I argue with others for no reason? Oh, it’s ridiculous. My master taught me the three poisons. Thousands of Buddha's teachings and a Zen heart, but they have never taught me the method of fighting with others. And my senior brother and this donor Lu are both prodigies of the world, with indescribable power. The young monk just wants to intervene in their fight, but I don’t have that ability either…”

Saying these few words made Li Changyuan blush and found it difficult to deal with it for a moment.

The surrounding cultivators saw it, but they also secretly felt that Li Changyuan had indeed wrongly blamed this young monk. It was obvious. You see, this young monk is not old, but he is handsome. Ordinary wild monks are completely different from each other. When it comes to sneak attacks, the monk disguised as the devil can do it, but the little monk in white clothes definitely can't.

"snort!"

Li Changyuan couldn't deal with it, so he could only cast a slightly apologetic look at Lu Fengxian, indicating that he had made a mistake. Lu Fengxian also waved his hand, indicating that he was defenseless. The two of them were careful in doing things, so Li Changyuan ordered again. Several people quietly surrounded the young monk Shenxiu, Donkey, and Chu Ci inside, keeping a close watch on him to prevent him from actually running out and causing trouble.

Many people laughed secretly when they saw this scene, thinking that Li Changyuan was doing something unnecessary. He also had a cold face and was too lazy to explain.

In the middle of the field, Fang Xing and Lu Fengxian had already reached a point of fighting, stirring up the void again.

The two of them fought fiercely, but there was something different about them. They both used physical combat methods. One of them used his natural bravery to the extreme, and coupled with his own free magic, he was like a tiger with wings, unstoppable power. In addition, there is an air of immortality, and the other one has exquisite fighting methods, like a giant dragon wearing armor. He is constantly showing off his fighting spirit and fighting methods, and there is a faint tendency to approach the perfection of the Mahayana. , the two are each other's whetstones, one sharpens his own fighting skills, the other sharpens his physical skills...

This battle was not only visible to the monks who had entered the Demonic Abyss, but also to the saints on the white jade platform outside the Demonic Abyss and to the Taoist masters who occupied some good positions. The Taoist Master, very considerately, transformed into a water realm and placed the scene of this battle in the void next to the White Jade Platform, so that all the cultivators could clearly see the scene of this fierce battle, which was as intense as the Second World War. The supreme bravery of man was fully demonstrated in this battle, which is really amazing.

There is no doubt that since this battle, both Fang Xing and Lu Fengxian are destined to become famous in this battle.

As for the saint on the white jade platform, watching the two sons fight, his eyes were filled with relief. He seemed to feel that the junior's bravery had indeed met his expectations. However, after carefully watching Fang Xing's tactics, He was slightly surprised, and then smiled bitterly: "The sword strike just now stimulated Qi and blood, and it was dignified. It was clear that the divine power was used to the extreme, but instead there was a trace of calmness. It was clearly derived from one of my own techniques... There is also the back-turning and diagonal slashing move, which is cruel and sinister, but extremely wonderful. It is the proud martial art of seducing the younger brother... And the splitting sword to transform into demons, the fierce and ferocious move, is very similar to that Yang Lao magic……"

With his eyes, how could he not see that this boy actually learned a lot from Bai Yujing's battle between saints and stole a lot of knowledge from the three of them? For a moment, he laughed bitterly. He had been practicing hard all his life and had no disciples. However, he didn't expect that this was the first time in thousands of years that he had to fight with others, and inadvertently let someone get a glimpse of his inheritance, although there was only a trace of his divine power. Yun, but to a certain extent, after learning my own method, it also has some cause and effect with myself. It is really an unexpected joy...

However, thinking like this, his heart sank slightly, and he looked sideways in the direction of Nanhai Guixu.

"That being...why does he have to lower his status to join the fate of this group of juniors..."

The saint was already a little troubled in his heart. Looking at the fight between dragons and tigers in the Demonic Abyss, he only hoped that this battle would end soon.

Although for Fang Xing now, the longer the battle lasts, the more he will gain insights into his martial arts training and fighting ways, but there is a trace of worry in the saint's heart, and he faintly feels that the longer this battle drags on, the more uncertain it will be. The more stools there are, the more uneasy it becomes.

However, although he hoped that this battle would end soon, Fang Xing and Lu Fengxian were equally powerful, but it ended quickly.

At this time, as expected by the saint, subtle changes appeared again.

Over the Demonic Abyss, dark clouds have always been rolling, and the void is chaotic. There are layers of chaotic clouds and demonic miasma, which completely cover the entire void. And these layers of chaotic clouds and demonic miasma are also the demonic miasma. There is a certain origin of the name of the abyss. In the void at this time, there is a cloud that is so small that it is difficult to detect. It contains a ray of divine light. It floats over from the direction of the South China Sea very quickly and is mixed in undetectably. In the dark clouds above the Demonic Abyss, the divine light moved like a spiritual snake through the clouds, and soon reached the sky above Lu Fengxian.

The saint's eyes became serious, as if he wanted to take action, but finally he sighed softly.

This divine light was not considered a direct attack, and it was not easy for him to directly block it.

However, even if this is not a direct interference, it is extremely unfair to two people who are equally matched!

"call out……"

That ray of divine light, which was beyond the realm of perception of a junior like Fang Xing, quietly came to Lu Fengxian's head through the clouds, and then disappeared in a flash, submerging into Lu Fengxian's head. Lu Fengxian, who was roaring in a fierce battle, At this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and even raised his hand and hit his forehead. He was so distracted, so Fang Xing naturally would not miss this opportunity. With a sharp roar, he swung the fierce dragon-marked sword in a round shape, Stepping into the void, he rushed towards Lu Fengxian with a ferocious wind, like a leaping dragon and a leaping tiger, slashing quickly!

"boom!"

At this moment, Lu Fengxian suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Fang Xing.

At this moment, Fang Xing felt a great shock in his body and mind. The world of consciousness seemed to be shaken. The earth shook and everything trembled.

From that look, he saw a light that was very familiar to him.

It was just like the look from behind the cloud when he was about to kill Lu Fengxian outside Bai Yujing!

"Ignorant child, give me your great luck, and give me your great fortune!"

At this moment, Lu Fengxian suddenly shouted loudly, and Fang Tian drew his halberd like a dragon across the sky, roaring ten thousand feet, pointing directly at Fang Xing.

This halberd looks ordinary, but in Fang Xing's eyes, there is a feeling that he doesn't know how to resist...

My heart was so depressed, as if an extremely powerful person had stepped on my soul, making me unable to move...

"****Your uncle, have you ever played like this?"

He roared in his heart, but his soul seemed to be imprisoned and restrained by an invisible force. He fell into a nightmare and was extremely depressed!